Servant to the King. 16+

Morning's with Loki

Loki awakes before you to the sound of knocking on his door.
He approaches it slowly, put off still by your sleeping body.
Opening it unveils

"Mother?" He asks.

"Hello dear.
I just, uhm..came to check up on you.
You didn't show for morning tea."

"Oh!
Morning-
Forgive me, I wasn't aware of the time!
I suppose last night's festivities just, uh...made me tired."

She nods, not buying it for a moment.

"Well, see to it you save your strength for this afternoon.
Your brother is to be crowned and you will look your best for the occasion!" She announced, watching as he rolled his eyes with a sigh.

"Of course, Mother.
Expect nothing less."

He goes to close the door but is quickly interrupted by a shifting from behind him.
You must have moved in your sleep.
The queen raised a brow, attempting to peak inside.

"ANYWAY I'll see you then!" He announced, practically slamming the door in his own mother's face.

She didn't even try to argue or convince him to open again.
Deep down, she knew exactly what was happening.
..and with whom.

Loki sighs, turning back around to the bed.
His eyes gaze over your still unconscious body now facing him.
Between your cloak and the sheets, almost everything was covered!
All he could see was your hand pressed ever so gently against you lips.
He couldn't tell if it were truly against your lips or simply next to your face..but he wasn't about to complain.

He smirks, approaching you entrapped by his covers.
His bed.
His quarters.
Everything else was his..and he wanted, no, he needed to make you one of those things.
Something else that belonged to him..and no one else.
Oh, how he wished to claim you now.
Asleep and entirely oblivious to anything he could do.
You were so vulnerable...so fragile.
He wanted to shatter that fragility.
Take advantage of it..of you.
He chuckles to himself, knowing full well such things would only remain fantasy.

You would never admit to such a thing.
To stoop that low?
Even he had standards.
Glancing out of the window, he could see the sun at half light before noon.
Even it was just barely.
It would be a long while before he was needed.

He crawled back in bed with you, steadily shifting the sheets as not to wake you.
He laid back down, starring ever so longingly at your face.
He'd never seen it fully.
Most of the time, it was only ever your mouth and a bit of your nose.
His mind had always been filled with such curiosity.
Why did you never retract your cloak?
Or any clothing for that matter!
You always wore the same thing even if it were a ball!

The longer he ponders, he realizes your sister is of the same mindset.
Always hiding and never changing.
He, admittedly, also wanted to know who the hell had harmed you before.
Was it random?
A guard perhaps?
No, he thought, it couldn't be.
Many if not all of Asgard feared him.
Not in a malicious way; more so he just seemed intimidating to the naked eye.
It had to be one of his brother's lousy friends.
He had seen two of them harm you before, so it wouldn't be new.
However, with the crowning that very same evening, it would be dangerous to throw around accusations.
He needed to know which one it was for sure.
Perhaps it was multiple?

His thoughts were caught off guard by you.
You mumbled something in a daze before snuggling close to him.
In truth, it startled him for a moment.
He looked down at your face nuzzled against his chest.
He smirked to himself.
Pathetic, he thought.
Even in sleep, Mani asks more like a touch starved pet than a servant.
Yet...there was some part of him.
He wanted it to last.
To forever feel you latched on so tightly to his body.
Your delicate skin against his own.
Your cherry lips curving slightly into a smile as you laid there.

He felt his cheeks flush warmer and warmer as you slept.
However, it was nothing due to dissonance in his own mind.
It was the here and now!
He had hidden back for so long, but deep down he couldn't help himself.
He assures you were still deep in sleep before taking a chance.
He leaned his head down, kissing your head gently.
It sent a shiver down your spine.
A good one.
Without even knowing what had happened, you felt your body tense up as a wave of heat rushed over you.
You could hear his heart quicken.
Yet you dared not to open your eyes..

You could feel him embrace you under the sheets, holding you.
The funny thing is neither of you knew if the other one felt the same..
You knew it couldn't be done.
He was a prince of Asgard after all.
Not to mention, there was no way he had fallen for someone like you.
A coward.
An insignificant being in the vast extensive universe.
Of All the nine realms and all it's creatures, you could truly never imagine you and Loki together like this.
Or anything else's for that matter!

You sigh, mumbling his name into his chest drearily.
You had done this intentionally as a sign you were waking up.
He wouldn't suspect anything that way, you figured.
You opened your eyes steadily to see him..fake sleeping too.
It seems you both had a similar plan.
You yawn quietly, getting up from where he had you.
You stretch a bit, looking down at the covers underneath you.

They were messy and folded all over the place.
Had you tossed and turned or had he?
You didn't know for sure.
However, you did notice a weird thing almost in the middle of the bed.
It was like a bump..between his legs?
You figured it was probably just an air pocket.
But the mischievous smirk on his face as you got up said differently.